I usually walk through the door at around 6:35pm on work days. At that time, the girls are usually eating their dinners and strapped into their high chairs.
We have toddler plates that are divided into 3 sections. We place a protein, a carb and a vegetable. ALWAYS.
Although Neve is not a fan of vegetables AT ALL (esp if they are green) I make sure to still put a veggie on her plate in the HOPES that she may one day look at a string bean and say “hm.. I’ll give you a try. CHOMP CHOMP… why have I never known how tasty you are??? Run Away with me…. “ – or something of that sort…
I have always been a fan of vegetables. No matter which one it was, my mom would put it on my plate and I would eat it. I like to eat.
Soleil is JUST like me. She will try and eat anything. I love that she is adventurous. It makes me smile. Not only does she look like me, she has my food preferences.
Neve, on the other hand is JUST like her dad. My husband is not a vegetable fan. He loves starches and carbs. If I could cook the same 4 meals over and over again on rotation, he would be happy.
I hate this about him, because I am a secret foodie who LOVES to cook. Unfortunately for me, I picked a man who doesn’t eat anything (eats to live, unlike me who LIVES to eat). He wont touch 98% of vegetables with a ten foot pole. He doesn’t eat red meat, sea food, etc.
And now my first-born, is following in his footsteps. It makes me wonder if it’s nature or nurture.
At this point, it’s safe to say its nature.
So last night, I sat with the girls while they finished up their dinner. I decided to bring out the tub of frozen yogurt and a spoon and give them each a little bit as a treat.
As I was giving each girl their spoon full I would say “One for Neve and one for Soleil”. As I kept repeating it, Soleil interrupted me to finish my sentence.
She kept saying “Soleil, Soleil”….
My mouth dropped.
My heart was overflowing with joy.
She finally said her own name- and she knew it was her name.
I know that by this point most children say their names. They are over 2 years old. But for me, it meant so much more.
Up until this point, they have both called each other Neve. I hear that’s fairly common in twins.
But to hear her say her name… Soleil… the name that I chose for her.
The name that would get me a head tilt/ puzzled looks from people when asked what I was going to name my girls.
The name that I had to fight my husband for (he knew he couldn’t go head to head with me… after all I was the one who went to hell and back to have them and give birth to them).
The name that my father-in-law still can’t pronounce (he now calls her Micky).
The name that everyone cannot spell.
The name that I had vowed to name my future daughter since I fell in love with it at age 18.
The name that means Sun…. and she is my sun.
My sunshine girl.
What does the name you chose (or will choose) for your child mean to you?